Chapter 81: Trial for High Treason

The trial was held in the only large area in the vicinity large enough to house the crowd that had begun to gather the night before to ensure themselves a seat.

Ellis had been feeling awful since waking up and finding out people had come to see rebels being punished. The thought made her stomach churn with disgust.

“You look like shit,” Laurel whispered.

“Thanks,” Ellis responded sourly, pulling on the most formal clothes she could find. Ellis’s tunic was too big, but at least they were warm and clean. She could ask for nothing else at that point.

The tunic Ellis donned was dark brown, made out of a soft, velvety material. It was beautiful, but the dark color accentuated Ellis's pallor. She should have worn the pink, but it had seemed too lighthearted a color for attending a potentially deadly trial.

Before they left, Logan tried to coax Ellis to eat. He brought her a light soup from the kitchens to sip and Ellis manag